Guest guest Posted November 25, 2004 Report Share Posted November 25, 2004 When I was a child, I thought all prayers and sacred behavior were expressions of gratitude and appreciation for and about food. Extrapolating from a Jewish prayer that literally thanked God for bringing forth bread from the earth, I saw the deity as a humble farmer – slim, unassuming– and even somewhat weary from tilling the soil since dawn. I pictured our creator as an oldish man wearing blue denim overalls and a plaid shirt as he quietly poked a pitchfork into the ground and pulled up freshly baked loaves, ready to slice and eat. Concluding that God was in the business of providing food for all people to eat, I understood that it made good sense for us to think so highly of him and praise him regularly. Thus it was clear to me from a very early age that for human beings to perform God's work on this earth was a simple equation: Cook the good food that God brought into existence, and feed it to ourselves and to others. In my child–mind, the ordinary had somehow, in its unspoken way, become extraordinary, just through awareness. I couldn't think of anything more special – even though these sacred (to me) acts of cooking and eating took place on a daily basis and most people seemed to take the whole realm for granted. I never did. -- Mollie Katzen author of the " Moosewood Cookbook, " " Enchanted Broccoli Forest, " " Vegetable Heaven, " etc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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